The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

Immersed in the heated exchange between the two sides, the crowd turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Then I saw Tang Zhishan running towards me in a hurry.

He was panting, and stammered urgently, "Master Song, my... my wife... she suddenly fainted in the bathroom and can't wake up."

He should have listened to Song Qingge.

I never expected my son to be right. This girl is only in her early twenties, and she's really accurate.

Tang Chengze asked in alarm, "Mom fainted? Could it be that she slipped and fell, hitting her head?"

Tang Zhishan looked at his son sideways.

Do I look like an idiot? As for not being able to distinguish between being knocked out by a fall and fainting for no apparent reason?

Before he could even open his mouth to explain, Song Chengming said dismissively, "Oh, Mr. Tang, how could my daughter possibly be cured? You're right, it's best to see a doctor."

Bai Qiuya also seized the opportunity to chime in: "Yes, President Tang, Qingge usually likes to dabble in all sorts of nonsense. She might be good at fortune telling, but when it comes to matters of life and death, how could she possibly be competent? It's good enough if she doesn't cause trouble."

When news of the severing of ties spread, everyone in the wealthy family knew that Song Chengming had betrayed his first wife and other women, but in the end, they chose to stand with the Song family and support the Song couple.

Or rather, they simply chose self-interest out of common sense.

Of course, some people don't want to get involved and choose to watch the show from afar.

"Mr. Tang, let's see a doctor first."

"Mr. Song means well, Mr. Tang, listen to this. What kind of person can a twenty-year-old girl save? It would be bad if she made things worse."

Tang Chengze really wanted to speak up for Song Qingge, but since it concerned his mother's life, he wasn't really sure what to do.

It's okay for treating insomnia; at least if it doesn't cure it, it won't cause any harm.

But human life is at stake; this is no joke.

He anxiously advised, "Dad, we have a family doctor, right? Let's get him to come over and take a look at Mom first. If that doesn't work, we'll go to the hospital."

"Yes, Mr. Tang, let's listen to your son."

Someone whispered, "Could it be that President Tang has been bewitched by this young girl? Why is he so insistent on seeking her treatment?"

"You know what, it's actually possible—an older man dating a younger woman?"

As they chatted, the two middle-aged men grinned lewdly and gave Song Qingge a lewd look from head to toe.

The banquet hall was filled with rejection and cold indifference towards Song Qingge, but Song Chengming was completely satisfied.

Even if it's his own daughter, if she's disobedient, she'll end up like her mother.

A dead end!

The Jiang family tried to explain, but ultimately couldn't withstand the cacophony of voices from the other side.

Even Tang Zhishan couldn't find a way to interject.

Song Qingge stood quietly in place, watching her biological father's smug expression.

He lowered his head and smiled.

Why does he treat her like an enemy when he is her father?

Seeing her father standing in front of Song Qiaoqiao, preventing others from crowding her like a precious treasure, she felt even more ironic.

He couldn't say anything.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth in her palm and abruptly lifted her watery eyes.

She was caught off guard and met the man's cold, hawk-like eyes.

In the instant their eyes met, the man's dark eyes curved into a smile, and he nodded gently.

Was he comforting her?

Probably not...

Perhaps, like these people, they were worried that if she actually agreed to see Madam Tang, things would go wrong and ruin the Jiang family's reputation.

She forcefully suppressed the intense feelings of disappointment in her heart, her nose tingling slightly.

He said coldly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless."

She will keep her promise at least for the duration of the contract.

As a member of the Xuanmen sect, one's word is law.

Jiang Zhou frowned slightly.

What does that mean?

What nonsense are you talking about?

She was clarifying her relationship with Tang Chengze to him.

In an instant, my previously depressed mood brightened up.

He took the girl's hand in the process.

Their fingers were intertwined.

Song Qingge looked down at her hand, which was being held, with a puzzled expression, but she did not let go.

Perhaps he was worried she would run off and wanted to keep an eye on her, which is why he held her so tightly.

"Who would believe that some kind of metaphysics can save someone? Mr. Tang, don't delay, call a doctor quickly." Song Chengming pretended to be concerned and sincerely advised Tang Zhishan.

This put Tang Zhishan in a dilemma.

Who understands? It's clearly his wife, yet they're even more excited than he is.

The Jiang family was isolated and helpless.

Nobody believed it.

"Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang!"

Outside, the family doctor jumped and waved.

Finally, someone spotted him, stood on a chair, and shouted loudly, "Everyone, the doctor is here!"

People quickly and respectfully made way for them.

The starkly different attitudes angered the Jiang family.

Jiang Yueming exhaled, "What do you mean? These snobs, would they have dared to treat the Jiang family like this before!"

One day, when the Jiang family rises again, let's see what these people really look like.

When the time comes, we must stand above them and give them a good dressing down!

Tang Zhishan, too busy to straighten his wrinkled clothes, rushed forward to greet the doctor: "What happened? Have you found the cause of your fainting?"

In fact, he immediately went to see his family doctor, but the doctor had no solution, so he hurried downstairs to find Master Song.

The doctor shook his head: "Still no. I've used all my knowledge, but I haven't found it. Didn't you say there was a master who knew in advance that Madam would faint? Where is she? I suggest you ask him to take a look."

He had heard of esoteric arts to some extent, and a master with such superb predictive abilities must be at least a man in his sixties or seventies.

He looked around.

There's no trace of someone that age here.

Upon hearing the doctor's words, the group that had been shouting the loudest dispersed in a panic.

The Song couple were left isolated and helpless.

Song Chengming turned around, but there were no one left supporting him.

Empty.

A bunch of opportunists, they can't be relied on!

Tang Zhishan made another request to Song Qingge: "Master Song, as long as you are willing to take good care of my wife, I will pay any price."

This time, it was the doctor's turn to be shocked.

"What? She's the master you were talking about?" He exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise, but also filled with skepticism. "Can she...do it?"

Whether it will work or not, we'll know once the person wakes up.

Song Qingge nodded calmly, and Tang Zhishan finally felt relieved.

Hurry up and take Master Song to the master bedroom upstairs.

A compass has appeared in Song Qing's hand, and the pointer is jumping.

"Master Song, what is this?" Tang Zhishan asked curiously.

"Compass, we need to find what she's attached to first."

Tang Zhishan didn't understand at first, but after a couple of seconds, he understood immediately.

Instantly, a dense layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.

He glanced around nervously, swallowing hard. "Is she really here? Did my wife faint because of her?"

"Yes." Song Qingge followed the compass and arrived at the second bedroom on the second floor.

He looked at Tang Chengze, who was following behind.

Tang Chengze's eyes widened: "You mean this thing is in my room? How is that possible!"

That woman was in his room!

Wouldn't that mean watching him sleep every night?

He hugged his arms, his legs shaking like a leaf.

Song Qingge said coldly, glancing at Ran Xing, "You should know where the hairpin is. Are you going to take it out yourself, or have Tang Chengze go in and find it?"

These words stunned not only the guests who were there to watch the spectacle, but also the Tang family father and son.

"Wait, what hairpin? Aren't we here to find ghosts?" Tang Chengze asked, voicing everyone's doubts.

Song Qingge stared at Jiang Zhou quietly for a long time.

The latter didn't understand what that look meant at the moment, but when she heard Song Qingge's words, she understood instantly.

That look in his eyes was one of pity.

Song Qingge said in a deep voice to Tang Zhishan, "The hairpin is the one that Mr. Tang and his ex-wife wore on their wedding day."

It was also a token of love given by Jiang Zhou's father, Jiang Min'an, to Xie Qi's mother, Xie Yun.